Boredom

Poem By Rhiannon Scase

Times so slow in this hourglass of infinate sand,
If this is my life, It is depressingly bland.
No fun, no games nor the sound of laughter
From a smile, to a grin and a frown thereafter.
I'm hoping for time to speed up just a little,
As I ensconce in the cold, slowly becoming brittle.
I start to feed off the rage and leave happiness behind.
I am thrilled by the hatred and begin to lose my mind!

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